Su Wan looked back again to find Qian Yu still sitting on the sofa, his face pale and his expression not looking too good either.
She had no idea what was going on with them. Su Wan silently sighed and asked in a soft voice, "You're... okay too, right?"
"I'm fine."
Qian Yu exhaled, propped himself up by his knees to stand straight, took a long stride forward, patted Su Wan's head, and resumed his lazy smile: "Let's go, Teacher Xiaosu, it's time for your class."
Seeing that he didn't want to bring it up, Su Wan didn't ask. She swallowed the words in her throat and acknowledged with a response.
During the afternoon class, Xiaosu felt that Qian Yu wasn't quite focused the entire time, even making frequent mistakes in the simplest dance moves.
As the class was about to end, Su Wan finally couldn't help but speak up, "Qian Yu, are you troubled by something?"
"Hmm?" Qian Yu adjusted his hairstyle with a tone of apology, "Sorry, Teacher Xiaosu, I'm a bit out of it today."